And he took perverted pleasures on my body. ‘Yes, my dear, I am an educated man. I killed the priest and took his gold. I tanned my skin darker, too... his robes, shaved a tonsure atop my head, and begged passage to Rome. Study there and living expenses were free, and high grades got me into schools in Paris and London. Believed to be a wealthy priest, all doors were open to me. ‘After five years of study, I had the knowledge I wished and yet more gold than with which I had started. Allowing my. -Cariel-I watched my sister slide beneath the earth after her demonic lover and knew that all my efforts had been for nothing.He is your lover too ... Whispered the jealous side of myself.I could feel that Hell's call had settled on me. I wondered if I was the first Seraphim in history to feel this sensation. It was strange. Cold but calm. Questioning yet soothing.Michael was looking at me.A few short decades ago, I would have been bowing before this mighty man. I would have been awed to spend. I took the slim-line dildo out of the package and hid the jelly dong under my bed. I wouldn’t need that for now, according to Mark. This was because, at first, I needed to learn how to get accustomed to the length. Later on, I’d need to practice on the girth.I thought about the extra tips Mark had given me:1: lube that dildo up!2: always swallow when taking a cock down your throat, especially with the bottom part of your tongue. A ‘hungry throat’, he called it.3: Practice holding your breath.. He got off and left and I made a mental note of his number, he was number eight, he felt good and I wanted to know who he was, my friend was counting and keeping tabs on the guys as they took their turn.'Who was number eight', I demanded to know from her, she thought then made a counting gesture with her fingers and looked at my with a puzzled expression, 'You mean seventh', she replied and mentioned his name.In bed later that night I went back through the numbers, counting and recalling how.